Stuck In You
Well.. This is a humorous little something so no tissues needed, unless you are laughing too much at then end. It has some very Lupine jokes in it so.. Beware Marcwolf (No.. this has NEVER happened to me!!!!)
- * * You all know that parody, where Strange Wal sings with a wolven accent (pretty good for a Raccoon) the old song "Stuck on you" "Stuck in Youuuuu.." "I wanted it so Baddd..." "Now I'm Stuck in You..." As it goes on he (the wolf singer) is getting more and more hysterical and you can hear his girlfriend in the back cursing and throwing things at him. I used to laugh at that one.. till it happened to me. My name is Pete, and I am a 17 year old wolf attending high school. I'm not muscle bound like a jock, not a light weight either. I'd love to get muscles but no matter what I try my chest just never develops. I'm nondescript gray and white, very self conscious, a tendency to stammer when I am nervous, and oh yes.. I'm gay!! Being gay does not bother me. Heck there are a few gay furs at our school and none of them have any real problems from others. Just one thing does.. I am still a virgin. Yes.. at 17 I'm still have not had sex. Not even a mutual hand job with a friend. I am still even hoping for a first decent kiss.. Pathetic!! I look at the other furs, most of them have got laid one way or another, or so they tell me, but me.. I get so nervous that I blush and stammer when thinking of saying hi to another.. I HATE IT!!! There are two gay guys at school I really admire. John, who is a huge linebacker wolf. He is not effem, just gay, open friendly and an all round great guy. I'd love to say hi to him when we are all in the showers, except whenever I pluck up the courage I just feeling like melting and disappearing down the drain. The other is Cy. Cy is a fox.. not just a fox he is a F.O.X. He does not walk, he glides, sails through a crowd like a sleek sailing ship, creating eddy's and swirls of looks and comments, and then moves on leaving the ripples of his passing to dissipate. He is witty, sophisticated, warm, open, generous, and loved by everyone. Physically he is a little taller than your average fox, muscular but not bulked, a wonderful stylish dresser, cultured, and rumored to be the best lover that ever set paw on this Earth. Apart from his coat and long billowy fluffy tail (which is his trademark) he has one very unvulpine trait. A pair of the deepest lavender eyes you have ever seen. I've never seen eyes like that and when ever I catch his gaze I have to remember to start to breath again. Of course, there is no way that he would ever notice a wolf like me, unless he ran over me in his black Sabre sports car. He is never without a date and even has his own business cards made. To receive a �Card' from Cy means that you have been selected from all the males at the school (and that includes straight guys too.) to enjoy an exclusive evening and then, if you are deemed suitable, for an incredible night of passion. Those who have enjoyed such a privilege never talk about it, apart from a gentle smile that say all and reveals nothing. I just wish,, oh I wish that he would just notice me and smile... But, well. No chance of that ever happening. One day I was in the Gents, just washing my hands after taking a piss when someone stepped up next to me to use the sink. It was him.. Cy, the physical embellishment of vulpine godhood. Cy this day was dressed in tight black leather pants, and an open leather jacket that showed off the white plush of his broad chest. Behind him floating in the air was the thick billowy length of red tipped with white that defied gravity, wind, rain, and most elemental forces He hummed one of the dance tunes so popular at the more exclusive night clubs. Then he looked up into the mirror and caught my eye. "Hello Peter, how are you today" he mrred in a soft rich baritone. My knees went weak and I blushed and stammered "Hi. Cy.. I'm Ok..You err.. look.. very err.. good.. I mean handsome today" Gods.. I wanted to die there and then. He looked at me and I thought my ears would burst into flame. Then he reached up and caressed my cheek "Why Thank you Peter.. That is very nice of you to say" Then he smiled.. Oh that smile. It would melt a blizzard from the middle of winter.. Turning slightly away from me he grinned "You know you are very cute when you blush" and glided towards the exit door. I closed my eyes.. He had spoken to me.. He even knew my name.. and Oh Gods.. He touched me.. I gripped the sink and tried to breath again. Glancing down I see the bulge of my erection. The need of release over came me and I turned and races to a stall.. Getting inside I started to close the door only to see Cy pausing at the exit. He smiled gently and winked.. Then disappeared out into the crowded corridor. It took only a few seconds for me to release my member and two strokes later I was spurting my seed over the pan, the wall, the floor, and myself.. The suddenness and strength of the climax overwhelmed me. Panting from the afterglow I tried to clean up the mess, and bundled sheets of paper into my pants to try and stem the flow of my seed and post cum. Pity the poor fur that used the cubical after me.. Taking a deep breath I made it into the corridor and joined the throng of other students going to classes, grabbing lunch and chatting of things they were planning for the rest of the week. I had just managed to regain my composure when I felt something slip into my back pocket, and then saw a billowy red and white tail flow past me to part the crowd, ripple seductively through it, and fade into the throng as if it was never there. I reached behind and felt a piece of card in my pocket.. was it.. Is it.. I raced into an empty classroom and pulled out simple white card. On it was a stylized fox tail in gold wire and in the same, copperplate script bearing the simple but eloquent.. "Will you be my Stud for the Night... " It was the CARD.. I turned it over to see in the same copperplate writing but in simple blue pen "TechnoFur, Friday, 7pm, Deepest Regrets Only!" Technofur was the most exclusive night club in the city. You practically had to book for months just to wait in line, and Anyfur who was Anyfur went there. Cy had a life membership it was rumored and was on first name basis with the manager. He never ever had to wait to get in. It was Thursday and I was a wreck.. Worried what I should wear.. I looked at my meager bank balance.. I had two hundred dollars. No way could I could even buy a Coke there let alone a cocktail. And Clothes.. I NEEDED Clothes. Racing around the stores trying so see what I could afford. What I loved was to expensive, and what I could afford was trash. Finally I settled on new blue jeans (A good brand that looked like the better ones, only if you stripped off the belt I was going to wear and looked), and a white sweat shirt. I had manage to bribe one of my few friends to lend me his big leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses to give me the Look (And to hide behind). I was set. I had even brought a single white rose to give to him. Yeah, I am a romantic as well. Total for all... $80, leaving me with $120 for the big night. I didn't sleep that night either. What was I supposed to do. How was I to act.. I dazed through the day until the bell rang at 4, and raced home. I showered, groomed my fur, groomed it again, groomed my tail until the fur started to hurt.. I was Nervous. Then I dressed. Which pair of jocks, or should it be boxers, may be a thong, nope didn't have one of those. And GOD, not the Y-Fronts definitely NOT!! I settled for the jocks. Pulled the shirt on. It looked funny and Yes.. I had it on the wrong way. Jeans next, then the belt.. Fumbling and trying to remember did I do it left to right or right to left as I threaded the thick leather through the holes. Looking down to my foot claws I grimaced at their state and spent valuable minutes filing them properly. Then the Jacket, Combed my mane once, twice, again for luck, and then the glasses.. I was the Look of Cool.. Oh YEAH!!!! I was going to ROCK!!!. Now.. One final touch, just a hint of cologne. Reaching for my favorite scent I lifted the bottle up, fumbled, and dropped it all down my chest and groin. Screaming "SHIT.. SHIT" I jumped back, lost the glasses, stumbled and then felt a loud CRACK under my foot. Exit glasses center stage. I howled in dismay, turned to exit the bathroom, tripped with my sore foot, caught the jacket on the door handle and RIPPP!!!!!. Now exit the Jacket. I sobbed on the bed.. What a start to the night. Composing myself I looked at the shirt and jeans. They had a deep yellow stain on them both from the perfume and smelt like a cheap tart. So did I for that matter. Stripped and into the shower again. I washed three times until I felt that I smelt almost normal and started to dress again. At least my toe foot claws were neat. I rummaged through my wardrobe trying to find something, anything clean, and all I could find were a pair of Cords, and a Checked Shirt. Oh Gods.. Hick Country Boy coming up!! I looked at the clock and screamed.. It was 6:15pm... I grabbed the rose and raced from the apartment and down to the car. Leaping into my car I drove to the club only to be stopped by a jam about 5 blocks from the club. Swearing and fuming I crawled along, watching the clock click closer and closer to 7, and then past 7. 7:15, 7:30.. Finally I was able to pull into the car park only to be met by the attendant who demanded $20 for the night. Growling I pulled out one of my six 20's and handed it over.. I was down to only $100 for the night. Then leaping from the car I grabbed the rose, turned and slammed the door. And then lifted a bare stem to my gaze. Oh No!!!!. I yanked the door open again to be greeted by a soft rain of bruised white petals. Now exit the Rose!!! I ran to the entrance to be met by a long queue to get in.. It inched forwards until only ten furs in front of me were left then the bouncer, a huge bull who loudly told everyone that the club was full for the night. I waited, then though I had the card.. Could it work.. Fighting my way to the front, and getting a few curses from the waiting furs I showed him Cy's card. He looked at it, then looked at me. "How did you get this?" "Cy gave it to me" "Really.. he GAVE you this " the bull smirked "We DO have a dress code here kid.. Sure that you didn't steal it from your big brother" The rest of the furs laughed at this but I stood my ground "Yes he did, and he is IN there waiting for me.. Please.. I have to get in there" I resorted to pleading and begging. The bull looked at me again and held out his beefy palm "Entrance is $20" I sighed and pulled out some more of my limited cash and greased his palm. I was IN! The noise, crowd, music hit me like a wall.. Furs were dancing, singing. The costumes and scents. I felt like a grub here, no a microbe. Then I saw THAT tail over by the bar and staggered my way over to it. Cy turned, looked at me, and smiled "Peter. You made it.. Good to see you, come on.. Lets Dance." Oh that voice made the evening woes all worth while. I have never danced before and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I tries to keep up with him but he spun around, seemingly finding the places between the other furs. Weaving and ducking in perfect synchronization with the others. Myself I shoved and bounced like a pinball in an arcade game, or dodgem cars driven by a drunk. After a few minutes of this torture Cy took my hand and pulled me over to some alcoves I sat, breathless and lost myself into those lavender eyes. "Thirsty?" he mrrred, his soft baritone cutting through the noise like a knife through butter. I nodded to which he called over a waiter and ordered a couple of cocktails. I glanced through the drinks list shuddering when I saw that Cy had ordered drinks that cost a mere $75 each. He grinned and lifted his glass "Bottoms Up" and drained the concoction in a few swallows. I tried to emulate him and managed one swallow until it caught me and I coughed, spluttering my drink across the table. "Ohh.. Be careful there Love.. " he mrred, patting my hand "You are you ok." I nodded , wiping the tears from my eyes.. "Cy.. I'll be back in a moment.." He nodded, smiling gently as I stood and staggered to the Gents. Standing at the urinal I relaxed, trying to regain what little composure I had left. My mind though was a whirl. I knew that there was a good chance that tonight I would be having S.E.X. with the heavenly fox back there.. And I was having BIG performance anxiety. What if I came too fast.. or even.. (I shuddered) could not even get it up at all... My mental meshing was jolted back to reality by a slap on my back "Hey Man" an extremely drunk otter staggered next to me, peering at me with through very dark glasses" "err.. Hi" I stammered, trying to keep my gaze firmly on my own maleness. "Ows it hangin there" He belched and proceeded to let loose about a gallon of piss. I stammered "Pretty good.. I've err.. got a Hot Date tonight" "Great Man.. Going to give her a good humping later eh Stud, make her scream and claw the bed up" (Oh how I wish I could make Cy do that I thought) I nodded nervously and then with a deep breath took a risk "Can I ask your advice?" "Sure Man.. what is it" "I really want to show him err.. Her.. HER a great time.. Any suggestion? Err.. Man" "Sure.. you need something to make her go off like a rocket and keep you going all night. Have a chat with Big Ivan and get some StayHard." I brightened, having heard a few mentions of that "Thank's fellow.. See you around" "No Probs mate" the otter belches again and as I walked out I thought he said something like "We Otters need to keep together" Exiting back into the noise I shouted into the ear of a well dressed leopard "Where is Big Ivan" He pointed to a leather wall at the back. I navigated through the crowd and tapped at the wall. A deep growl echoed from the wall and I realized it was a jacket of an huge bear "Wadda Want" "I.. Want to Buy Some Stayhard" I shouted over the noise A paw appeared "Fifty Bucks" Oh shit I thought.. but.. I had to have it. Dragging out three twenties I put them into the paw. He turned and dropped me a small packet with some white powder. Peering at me "Hey Lupe.. You know what your doing?" Summoning up what courage I had I grinned back "Sure.. Use it all the time" I bluffed He grunted, narrowing his eyes. I knew that he did not believe me for an instance He turned back and I grabbed his arm "Hey.. what about my change" "Kid.. I don't carry small change.. now Git!!" Moving back into the crowd I made my way to Cy hoping he did not nee the transaction. Fortunately he did not and as I sat down he covered my hand with his "You ok Lover" I nodded, again loosing myself into his eyes. Then breaking away I waved for the waiter. He appeared and dropped the drinks menu for me to look at. Shit, even water was two buck fifty. Then I saw that Coke was only Seven Fifty (Ice being 3 bucks extra. The waiter started to fidget so I pointed to the Cokes and signed two, giving him my last twenty. Fortunately Cy had looked away cause I was able to get my change from the fur. A few moments later he returned and gracefully handed Cy his glass, and then turned and dropped my glass from about an inch for the table causing its contents to slop over almost into my lap. I sipped mine, grimacing to find that it was heavily watered down. Cy took his gracefully, seeming to savor the watery liquid. I knew it was all for my benefit but I felt like a heel. Cy reach over and patted my hand "Come On.. Lets Dance again" I found myself being dragged out onto the floor but this time it was a slower song and Cy snuggled close to me, bumping and pressing seductively against me. Now my problem was not that I would not perform but rather that I would blow then and NOW. Then he leaned up and whispered into my ear "Come on Peter.. Lets blow this joint and go back to my apartment" and kissed my muzzle I almost blew my load then and there!!! We made out way out of the club. Cy raised his hand to call a limo but I managed to stammered that I drove down. Cy put his arm around my waist and smiled as if I was his Knight in Shining Armor "Oh Peter.. How thoughtful of you. Lets get your car and you can Drive Me Home" The last three words left no illusion that this was going to be my lucky night. I felt in seventh heaven walking with this beautiful fur hugging me.. I fumbled with my keys and opened my car, to be assaulted but the stale smell of used fast food wrappers, old PE clothes and all the other scents you would never want to inflict on your date. Cy took it in his stride and slipped into the passenger seat and playfully patted the driver seat for me to get in. We drove down to the gate where the attendant held put his paw "Exit fee.. Five Bucks" "But.. But" "Five Bucks. buddy or you stay the night" Sighing I pulled my last five dollars out and handed it over. I was now officially BROKE!!. At least the drive home went ok and Cy directed me to his apartment. He explained that his folks lived out of town and so they brought this apartment for him. Apartment! It was a mansion compared to my dingy lodgings. My bedroom was smaller than his toilet! He kissed me, hugging me close and I broke into a nervous blush and sweat. Then smiling he pulled away and took my hand to lead me into main bedroom. The bed was huge and he just lay on it, turning around with his big billowy tail waving gently. "Want to join me Peter" he mrrred and smiled.. It was one of Those smiles. I somehow managed to make my way over to the bed and sit on the edge of it without fainting. Then he stretched and slipped out of his shirt. How he managed that graceful movement I would never know.. Then another deft twist and his pants were off.. Leaving a sheer white thong that covered his.. OH GOD.. I could see his.. I GULPED. "Hmm.. Peter.. Don't be shy.. Lets me see what a Studly wolf you are." his baritone voice whispered seductively. I stammered, nervously trying to get my shirt buttons undone.. I could not get them through the holes, I looked down trying to make my hands stop shaking then a pair of soft black paws slipped beneath mine and started to undo the fasteners "Here Lover.. Let me help" he practically purred I stood shaking as my shirt fell to the floor. Then he undid my belt.. Oh this was going to be it. I was finally going to get laid.... And then the button on my Cords, the zip slowly slipping, sounding like a train going over the tracks in the silence, to release my pants so that they fell to the floor. I heard a quiet giggle and looked down.. Oh Shit.. In my haste I had grabbed the Y-Fronts, even worse they had a grubby paw print on the side where I had trod on them in my haste to find something to wear. I died again... truly I did. Cy stood and hugged me, kissing me, and slipping his hands into the waist band he pulled downwards to release my wolf hood and presses closer, pressing his own warmth against me.. Then he pulled away to look at me in my nakedness. I could see his eyes drifting over my shoulders, then down my furry chest, then my belly, and finally to my shrunken wolfhood cowering traitorously within my sheath "A little nervous Peter?" He asked quietly. I nodded bashfully "Its ok.. it happens to us all" he said kindly and pulled me onto the bed for a kiss. We cuddled, myself feeling so nervous but Cy took it all in his stride. I tried to remember all of the porn movies that I had seen and nibbles his chest, nuzzles his belly, and then down to his rampant foxhood. Opening my muzzle I took a deep breath and bobbed my muzzle over it. Inhaling its wonderful scent. He yelped and grabbed my ears "Hey. PETER.. No TEETH!!" Shit Shit!! I'd forgotten to put my tongue over my teeth. Covering my dentition I tried again, still bobbing my muzzle. He moaned a couple of times and pulled me back up to kiss him.. Then he asked the question that I was most terrified of "Peter.. have you done this before.." I tried to meet his gaze but failed. Looked away I stammered and muttered "nnnooo..." He looked at me in surprise "What Never.. not even a Blow Job.." I blushed furiously and again shook my head "You mean you're a Vir" I grabbed his muzzle before he could get THAT word out.. Then in the silence I buried my muzzle into the thick ruff of his neck. I heard him sigh and then softly mutter "Oh Well.." I could have died again then.. "Well.." he brightened "Maybe you'd like to ride me a while.. Fill me up.. Make me Howl... I'm sure a Stud like you will Love to try that" Reaching over he got a tube from the bedside cabinet and applied a generous amount of lube on to his fingers and worked them beneath his tail, flagging it to show me his moist pink puckered ring. He smiled again and I had an attack of the nerves.. "Be right back" I stammered and raced into the bathroom, picking up my pants on the way. Grabbing the plastic package from the pocket I looked at it.. It had a small amount of dirty white powder within it.. My Lifesaver!!! I tried to rip it open. It would not rip. I tried to bite it open. It would puncture but not tear. I tried to pour it out from the holes but my saliva made the contents a gooey mess. In the end I chomped the foul tasting packet and swallowed the plastic and the contents, feeling the sharp edges grate down my throat. Rinsing my mouth I composed myself and walked back to the bedroom. Cy had turned the light down and lay there on his side to me, presenting his rump to me and was looking over his shoulder seductively "Hi Big Wolf.. what kept you.." I climbed up next to him and knelt.. Looking down at his flagged tail I tried to work out the best way to do THIS. I tugged my sheath down letting my slim pink cock hang out, and then grabbing the slippery length (and scoring myself with a trembling claw whilst I did that) I tried to position myself. Thank God that as a wolf I had an internal bone cause I was still too nervous to get hard.. Cy moaned loudly as I press against him. I bent over him and tried to push harder, and my knees slipped so I fell on him.. He gave a sharp Yelp and then stayed very still. I muttered "Sorry.. oh I'm sorry" but he was silent. Pulling back a little I pushed in again. I don't know why but I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 10:30. Still not sure what to do I tried to started to hump rapidly.. this did get a response from Cy "Ohh. Peter.. Slow down.. I want this to last.. My Lover" I knew that he was lying and that he could feel that I was not hard.. But.. then I felt a slight tingle in my groin.. I was hardening.. Sighing in relief I slowed and moved slower feeling the blood rush into my member, thickening it. I was in heaven.. Cy was starting to feel so tight and hot on me.. I humped faster and he groaned loudly. This time I felt it was real. Faster and faster I humped into that tight heat.. pressing my knot harder and harder against him. His eyes widened "Ohh.. Peter.. Slow down a little press it in Slowly.." and then he YELPED as my knot jammed into him... I knew I had hurt him, but my body was lost to my control. I humped frantically, he was so TIGHT and I was So.. and with a Howl I blew my load deep into him.. Panting I came down from the climax and glanced over at the clock.. 10:32 Oh Shit.. I had lasted less than two minutes... Not sure what to do I reached around him to stroke his member, but I forgot my claws and raked them over his flesh. "OUCH. Pete.. I'd better do that's Ok Love." He said graciously And he fondles himself for about half an hour and finally blew.. I felt so embarrassed, lying there tied to him. All I could do is to lay there and wait for my knot to go down. That's should take only about ten minutes or so. Forty minutes later I was still hard in him, and feeling swollen and sore. Cy was being very patient with me, squeezing my hand and trying to make conversation but could sense that he would very much prefer to be sleeping alone that night, or at least with someone who was a better lover. . Cuddling him I sighed and muttered "I wish this stuff would wear off soon" "Hmm... what Stuff Lover?" Cy enquired I blushed and stammered "I was worried that I would not perform cause I was so nervous so I took something to help" "Hmmmmm.. so Lover.. what did you take to help.." he mrred squeezing my hand as to say thanks for the consideration. "err. StayHard I think" I felt him stiffen "StayHard" he said icily "You Took StayHard. IDIOT.. Do You Know What That Stuff Does To LUPES!!!!!" he almost screamed that. He took my silence as a No and continues "You will knot up for HOURS.. I've heard of some Wolves having been taken to hospital to make get them go down. Shit.. We could be here for DAYS!!!" I wished again that I would die.. And no hope of crawling away.. I was locked and firm, and my cock was still pulsing.. And throbbing, and it HURT!!! I looked at the clock again, another hour.. Like the previous two that slipped painfully slowly before, lingering, and then moving on again. I tried counting heart beats. First mine, then his, then gave up. Cy at first attempted to ignore me, then he rummages into his bedside cabinet and pulled out a set of headphones, from which I could hear the beat of music. His claws drumming the beat against the bed head. Myself I had been able to move, abet much mutters and cursing from us both so that I was now head down towards the foot of the bed. Fortunately the flexible section behind my knot had not been affected so I now lay with my head over the edge of the bed, watching my tears drop onto the carpet and enhancing the pattern there. And still my cock throbbed and ached. It was now Three and Cy announced that he was hungry and thirsty, and wanted to go to the kitchen. It was a careful gymnastic event to position ourselves so that we could both sit on the edge of the bed with him on my lap. Then we stood., took one step and I promptly tripped on my clothing and fell onto the floor. Cy screamed and cursed from the pain, using words not even I had heard before. Five pm. Dawn was starting to break and I was in agony. I needed to piss.. OH SHIT I WANTED TO PISS!!! My bladder was taunt and my belly swollen. I would have pissed into Cy if it was possible but my hard on was stopping that. Still the bloody thing throbbed and I was contemplating castration as a way of release. Cy announced that's he now needed to piss, and we made it into the bathroom. I could feel his swollen bladder press against my throbbing shaft, and then deflate as he sighed in relief. The sound of that was absolute torture but there was nothing I could do... Six thirty and I was feeling something pushing on the end of my cock.. Every few moments there would be a shudder and the pressure increase. Something was trying to force me out and I was still Tied!!. Cy was groaning now, fortunately he had managed to take another piss, the sound of his release almost causing me to go insane. "Oh Fuck" he muttered "What" I mumbled "I need to take a crap.. My gut is killing me" So that what was I was feeling. I was being force out by his.. Ecch!!!!! I buried my face in his fur in absolute shame. Finally just before Eight I felt something, a shift in my groin and I was going down.. FINALLY I was going down. Cy felt it as well and groaning and cursing we made our way into the bathroom. We stood over the pan, and with a deft movement Cy pulled from me and promptly sat. He groaned in relief and farted noisily and messily, getting rid of my seed and other fluids, plus his own motion. As the pan was taken I looked around where I could go as my need was desperate. Finally I stood in the shower and angled the purple swollen mass that was my maleness down, pissing into the drain and also onto my feet and legs. It too ages for us to finish, Cy giving me venomous glances and wrinkling his nose at my strong piss, and also the mess I was making on my fur. We finished, I washed my feet and walking into the bedroom leaving wet paw prints on the carpet which got another glare from Cy. I turn to him "Cy.." I whispered apologetically. "No.." he said with careful control "Don't Say a Word.. I think you had better go Peter, and Go Now!!!" So I dressed in silence and fled.. The rest of the weekend was hell.. How would I say Sorry. What a date, Shit, I'm not sure if he would even look at me again or run screaming from me. And I could imagine the gossip at school on Monday. The ultimate Date from Hell! I took Monday off and went down to the shops. Fortunately my allowance had come in so I had a little money, certainly nothing like the two hundred that I had saved so hard for to slash on one sadly memorable night. I went into a small shop and looked around at some of the little trinkets and giftware. The owner seeing my face wandered over "Can I help you Son.. You look like you've had a bad day.". I looked into the muzzle of a kindly elderly lion. It was the first time I have had to talk to another and he sounded so warm and genuinely friendly. "I er.. had a date last Friday." I stammered, blushing again. "Hmm. Did'nt go well?" he asked gently. "It was the worst date in my life. Nothing went right. I doubt that he, She, Oh shit who am I kidding, He will ever want to talk with me again, or bear to be in the same room as me" The owner listened, nodding his shaggy mane. "I'm about to have a coffee, care for a cup" and he led me to the back of the shop and made a couple of cups. I was a little wary, was this fur going to try something on me but he just handed me a cup, and listened. I ended up telling him Everything. The rose, the drinks, the StayHard, and how badly the night had gone. He listened sympathetically, nodding at key points. Never commenting but just listening as if he knew that I needed someone to talk to. When I had finished I broke down and bawled.. Not having had a good cry for years. The lion just sat there and handed me tissues. He was so.. unjudgemental on whatever I told him. Finally when my sobs subsided he smiled "Feel better Son? I nodded mutely "Ok.. do you want to see this fellow of yours again?" I nodded and sniffed "If he would ever talk to me again" He laughed gently at that "Oh.. believe me.. I have often felt the same what when I have put my paws in the shit with my Missus. What you need is damage control" I looked at him. He was straight and had just listened to one of the most sordid episodes in my short life and not batted an eyelid. "What.. would you suggest?" I asked He hrrumped for a moment "Usually the simplest thing is the best.. Now.. chocolates.. no.. perfume.." he shook his mane again "Ah.. flowers now.. here is what I suggest, and it won't cost a fortune either." On Tuesday I got to school very early and sneaked up to Cy's locker. Opening it I put the single red rose, with a white ribbon around its stem and a simple white card tied to it with two words "I'm Sorry" I avoided him like the plague that day and the next, and then on Thursday I felt something slip into my back pocket, and that tail breeze by. I raced to the stalls, and locked myself in. Pulling it out I saw the familiar card "Will you be my Stud for the Night... " Trembling I turned it over and read the neat hand writing on the back. "Forgiven.. Lets try getting this right. Now dinner, my treat, Johnno's Pizza, Friday 7pm" I breathed a sigh of relief and then saw the addendum after the message, in a firmer but gentile hand "P.S. No StayHard.. Please...." * * * Cy sat across from me and twirled his wine class, supressing a quiet burp from the Pizza. How he had known that this was my favorite eating place I will never know. But he seemed to have a way of knowing these things. I hung my head down not wanting to look at him, having just stammered my version of the events of last Friday and Saturday to him. I head a chuckle and looked up. He had a small smile on his face which widened. "Oh Peter, Love.. No I am not laughing at you.." and then leaned over to kiss me deeply and passionately. It was a kiss I was going to remember for SOOO long. He broke off the kiss and then looked at me again,l seeing my bright red ears and he chuckled again, then laughed, Leaning back with his sides quaking and tears running down his muzzle. Then he looked at me again "Oh Peter.. You dear, poor, sweet wolfie.. It really WAS not your night was it. You tried So hard to be my Knight in Armor. To sweep me off of my feet and Nothing worked or" and he Smiled that smile again "Things worked Too damd well." I felt myself start to smile, and then joined him in the laughter, letting the stress and worry drain from me, and then feeling him reach over and squeeze my hand tenderly. "Ok Peter, let me Make this a night for Your to remeber." I started to stammer again only to have him press a finger against the end of my muzzle. "Shh.. no need. Now, let me take the lead on things ok Lover.. Come on.. I want to see that Smile of yours again" and he took my hand and dragged me from Johnno's This time I felt confident, thigns were going to go allllrrightt.... (Enjoy)